I was riding to work today along a main road (at less than 30mph) when a Taxi just pulled out of a side road in front of me with only 10 yards to spare I slammed on the brakes and hit an oil patch. The front wheel felt like it had turned to jelly (jello for stateside readers, I think), and locked and went into a skid. I released the brake and the steering simply wobbled and I hit the ground (it was my small Suzuki and not my Harley this time) in heavy traffic. Thankfully, the car driver behind me stopped in time and heaved my bike of me as I was trapped under it. My confidence is shattered and I am in lots of pain. Riding season will soon be upon us again over here, but I don't feel like I want to do it anymore. Life is precious, and within a few months I felt that it might have been over twice. The choice today was: 1. I hit the car that pulled out, or 2. I dropped the bike. I chose option 2. I loved riding, but right now I just feel like hanging up my boots.